I have nothing useful to say in the present moment; the 9th anniversary of my mother’s death was the day the leaked Roe decision came out. I set up a recurring donation to the abortion fund a local clinic partners with (a clinic I wouldn’t have known was there except that my dentist is in the same building and there are always 40 days of life assholes out in front, so, thanks for the free ads, you jags), I’m reading about what other countries have done, I’m making sure my implant is in place, I’m moping and trying to figure out what sadness is helpful versus unhelpful. I was traveling for work on the day all of this happened, and remain selfishly irritated at how this has dampened my joy at a truly phenomenal hotel room upgrade experience.